[legacy]

[antreegonist]

*at some point in time, there are two knights walking slowly back towards the castle and through the Great Hall, should anyone be looking for them.*

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[brotagonist]

With our memories? But how did it get out there? That story—

[antreegonist]

...we gave it to Anansi -- if it's the same one.

[sobstory]

The same one... was it a story about a sword that could cut the threads of fate, and the bindings of stories?

[maladaptive]

So you do recognize it?

[brotagonist]

We— that guy asked us to write something for him. A long time ago.

[...looks over at Mithos; holy shit]

[antreegonist]

He said stories could half build the world, change it, something like that --

*meets his look; what even*

[sobstory]

... it was always possible.

[maladaptive]

And you've seen how much has been changed, or has been written anew.

[brotagonist]

What are you saying?

[antreegonist]

*inclines his head; Lloyd asked it for them both*

[sobstory]

[glances at Mal for a moment, then back at Lloyd and Mithos]

... we think this sword exists.

[maladaptive]

Or maybe it could, if it doesn't already.

[brotagonist]

[takes a deep breath, processing this with the rest of what they've said. he grips his bracelet a little tighter]

And you want us to...

[antreegonist]

*Mithos's bracelet vanished into a pocket somewhere, at some point*

. . . look for it out there? Make it?

[sobstory]

[nods]

Find it, how it came to be... what it needs to be forged.

[maladaptive]

. . . instead of just seeing where the story threads take us.

[brotagonist]

...

So this isn't just about finding our memories and staying here, huh...

[...looks to Mithos again; THIS IS REALLY UNEXPECTED]

[antreegonist]

*WORRIED...HAND GESTURE. looks from Lloyd to Beauty and Mal*

Can we have a minute?

[sobstory]

Of course. It is unexpected... please, take your time.

[maladaptive]

Hmph. Not all of us make rash decisions, after all.

[can you really say that Mal]

[brotagonist]

[ACTUALLY DOES GIVE HER AN "UM REALLY" SORT OF RAISED EYEBROWS LOOK before nodding to them both and turning to Mithos]

[antreegonist]

*added a tiny half-amused huff to that -- but yes. okay. yes*

It got out there, after all.

[brotagonist]

[presumably we have moved away a bit etc for PRIVATE CONVERSING]

How? He just put it into the roots down there or whatever, and—

[antreegonist]

And it popped out in the world? Like a daisy?

[brotagonist]

[WAVES. HIS HANDS]

Why is a daisy what you're thinking of here?!